I just wanted to say thank you to particularly Mumof2, Sonia (and other's who have are grieving) and Sausage.
The way I feel about it has changed too. I cannot possibly state that now I've seen your stories, I'd never think of it again, because it doesn't work that way. If I couldn't keep myself from it for my children's sake, I think it's unlikely that anything else would stop me. However, I can honestly state that your stories have worked their way into my heart, and they may go some way to being extra protection for me. So thank you.
The way I see it today is that suicide, as a concept, is like a big prism, and each person standing on their own, unique side of it can only see how things are reflected through their side. You can have some idea, some indication, you might even be able to imagine it, but you can only stand where your two feet are. That doesn't mean that the other sides of the prism are less real than your own. I think, perhaps, that if we keep talking about the prism, and keep trying to envisage the rest of it, calmly and honestly, then perhaps it becomes more solid and real, and perhaps then, easier to conquer. One of us, singularly, is faced with a glass wall. All of us, together, might be able to take a mallet to it.
That was more poetic in my head. I'm struggling to gather it all into a coherent thought. But still; thank you, all of you, for sharing with such kindness and such grace. All of you (especially you, Sausage, who suggested you have less grace; you have it in spades).